Your heart hangs above my bed
molded beneath your hands, in your room,
dried yellow roses
prefectly placed and neatly arranged
thinking of me...
thinking of me...
thinking of you.
My heart hangs above my bed
a gift draped in sunlight, pink hues
such a contrast to the darkness that surrounds you.
You were thinking of me
no longer thinking of me
...thinking of you.
molded beneath your hands, in your room,
dried yellow roses
prefectly placed and neatly arranged
thinking of me...
thinking of me...
thinking of you.
My heart hangs above my bed
a gift draped in sunlight, pink hues
such a contrast to the darkness that surrounds you.
You were thinking of me
no longer thinking of me
...thinking of you.
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thistle:
pretty poem. i'll be a lot more free on thursday nights pretty soon, i should start coming out.
thistle:
oh i just noticed that enneagram book on your books list... i was so into that stuff when i was younger. what number are you? i think i'm an 8 or a 5 of something.